My name is Tori. I never make my bed. I want somebody to eat cheese with.

&I can’t get you off my mind

It’s hard.. hard to think. hard to breathe. I’m not sure why you have this affect on me. It hurts, really does. My chest. My stomach.. sometimes even my head.

I wonder if you have ever felt this. In general, I mean.. Not about me. I don’t think you’ve thought about me in a long time. 

That’s sad to think though.

You seemed annoyed at me earlier today.. I just wanted to know if you were okay. You never seem okay. You never want to talk.

I think that makes me more sad than anything else.

All I really want is to talk to you. 
Share with you…

Have some connection with you.

It’s hard to understand that you may not want that. Or, at least not with me. That is what you said, right?

You didn’t want that from me.

But then what do you want from me? If not my attention… if not myself as a whole.. If not my ears to listen. What do you want? Nothing?
I can’t do nothing.

I care so much.. and you, you so little.

Why? I just don’t understand.

We used to be so close. I cried in your arms. Do you remember that? When I cried? I was so scared. And you, you just held me and let me cry. It was nice. You kissed my forehead and helped me… Even recently you’ve done that. But you don’t care. Do you? Why do you act this way if you don’t care…

Why?

I hate that you take over my mind. My reasoning.. I want to talk so badly. I want to tell you my troubles..

but you don’t care.
You don’t want to talk. 

I think that hurts the most. 

You not wanting to talk…